Voting Day, 3025

  Senesha psychically plugged into GNN (Galactic Neural Network) through her biomechanical neural implants. They had been growing in her brain since childhood.

  “Voting Denied. Please report to Voting Booth Sector 3 in your Martian Colony.”

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  “What the heck?” she said aloud.

  “What’s wrong?” asked her partner.

  “My vote was denied,” she grumbled.

  “Oh.” Her partner shrugged. “That’s because of the new law: Voting Booths Only.”

  “That’s dumb!” She paced around the domicile. “Now I’ll have to schedule a day off.”

  “It’s really not that far.”

  “Neural votes are foolproof!”

  “But you can’t intimidate them…” Her partner winked.